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nly a bedside lamp still on, presumably left for her. The man in bed lay there, covered by the blanket, completely still, seemingly asleep.She let out a silent sigh of relief in her heart, feeling a b...dimming, and she felt, perhaps, that she had been rather base.But she never knew how to ask others for help. Because in the past, even if she asked, it was useless. So she simply stopped asking for an...